A Day at the Beach By Montrose I pulled to a stop in the beach parking lot around 3:30 PM. Florida's east coast ... June. It was late in the year for crowds and late in the day as well. The parking lot looked promising for my purposes. There was one car ... a late model high-end BMW convertible. I slid out of my Pontiac beater and trotted over the boardwalk to the sand. My deck shoes made no sound. My white shorts and gray short sleeve button down shirt fit loose for running and concealing things, as needed. It took some scanning but I found my prey ... no doubt the owner of the BMW. I took a route that kept my shadow off of her and wouldn't look suspicious if she looked up. She lay spread out face down on a towel. She was a lovely tan in contrast to her bright blonde hair. She was taking advantage of the seclusion to minimize tan lines ... her top was un-strapped. My oh fucking my. I had to take a moment during my approach to appreciate her lines. So nicely rounded ... I almost wanted her to lift up so I could get a better look at that rack. Her head was turned away from me. Nice legs, too. Long and firm. I shook my head. Back to business. Her bag sat maybe 3 feet from her head. I saw a wallet and car keys in it along with water and sun screen. A radio sat closer to her, humming some crap tune or other. Like a seagull I swooped in and snatched the handles of her bag on a dead run. I made for the trail I knew of about 500 yards down the beach. I didn't look behind me and I didn't hear an outcry. I love when I make the snatch without even being noticed! I was 100 yards from my goal when I heard pounding on the sand behind me. I turned on the speed even more but whoever it was had me bagged before I took 5 more steps! I got hit between the shoulders and dropped breathless. By the power of the person climbing on my back I guessed I got hit by an off-duty cop or some hero-life guard jerk. Shit! The bag got yanked from my hand so hard it nearly took my arm off. Then a strong arm clutched me in a headlock and drove my face into the sand. Another hand stuffed sand into my mouth and eyes! It occurred to me that this fucker might be crazy! Then, despite my struggles I found myself lifted high and facing the sky! And I was being run toward the surf! A hand in the back of my shorts and one around my neck held me up, then pulled back. The next moment I was sailing through the air, twisting and flopping! I hit a wave head first and sank. I floundered, dazed and confused. I got up and down mixed up for a while and barely made the surface before my lungs exploded. I had to spin around to find the shore. And there stood my recent prey! Her hands were on her well-rounded hips. Her large round hooters bounded as she panted ... my oh Jesus they did ride high. The only thing she had on was her pink bikini bottoms. Then she pointed at me and shouted "You are not nice, Mister!" Her high voice made me take a closer look. She was tall and very well put together ... meaty ... sexy - but she was young. Maybe 18. Why that bitch! No punk ass rich slut was going to get away with this! I had my time in the clink to exercise and learn to fight. My specialty was snatch and run, but I'd take the time to smack this cunt around before taking her cash for sucker-jumpin' me! I swam in until my feet hit bottom then I ran at her. She stood waiting for me, the stupid hole! I shot a fist into her gut and connected clean. She ignored the blow. I looked up in shock. She gave me a lopsided grin with her hands still on her hips. I shot another fist into her gut but I must admit my confidence was sagging. Rather than double over or even protect herself she took the blow then smacked me in the mouth with an open hand. The unexpected blow knocked me backwards into the water. And it made my lip and cheek tingle something fierce! I lunged from the surf and grabbed her left leg and tipped her over. She squeaked like it was a game. I planned to hold her head under for a while, but I never got the chance. Her grip like iron on my neck, she pushed my head under and wrapped her long legs around my chest. She maneuvered me at her will. I bucked and tried to break free but she stayed on and crushed me between her thighs driving the air from my lungs even as she held my head under water! I was ready to call it quits long before she turned me loose. She pulled me up, lifted me or I would have dropped. Then she tossed me up at the water's edge. I lay beaten, gasping for air. She walked up. She took her time knowing I was spent. Then she planted a foot on my head driving it into the sand. The surf rolled up and over my face. I struggled of course, but she just applied more pressure and kept my head under her foot. The waves rolled in. The sand shifted and my head sank until my eyes, mouth and nose were buried. Again I felt like she was going to kill me. My struggles grew weak as my strength gave way. I was out cold for I don't know how long. I woke up with the sun in my eyes and that young girl sitting on my chest, still topless. Her head almost obscured from my view by her boobs. I could feel the waves roll up to my legs. She must have pulled me out to keep me from drowning. "You are one stupid little man, you know that?" she said poking me in the forehead. She slapped me insultingly but lightly. I think she was trying to see if I had any fight left. "Look." I stammered. "I'm sorry..." She slapped my face harder. "Shut up." She snarled. She gave me a pouting face now. Apparently she still wanted me to have some fight left. I was fresh out. So I shut up. I mean, this crazy broad had almost killed me twice over! Finally she spoke. "When I get up you are going to go get my bag and return it to me. Do you understand?" "Y-yes miss." I panted. Anything to keep this crazy girl happy! She stood and hoisted me up to my feet as if I was made out of cotton candy. It was then that I realized she was as tall as me ... 6 feet. And given her curves and the meat on her shoulders, arms, back, hips and legs she was easily a match for me in weight ... 180 pounds. She smiled as she saw me staring at her. She spun me around and patted my ass. "Go and fetch, boy." She giggled. I limped along to where she had dropped her bag during our first struggle. I put her wallet and keys back in it. I had my wind now and was feeling a little better. I looked back at her. She was about 50 yards away and looking out to sea, stretching. I looked back at my trail. It was 100 yards away. Almost by instinct I made a break for it. I looked back as I neared the trail. She was just noticing my escape! I was going to make it! I bolted through the palmettos and out into the parking lot. I dashed across the hot pavement to my car. I reached into my pocket as I drew near to get me keys. From out of nowhere she slammed into my back and drove me into my Pontiac. It rocked with the impact. I would have fallen but she hoisted me back up by my armpits and body-checked me into the car again, this time driving an arm down on my head, bouncing my face off the roof. My balls mashed into the door handle. She grabbed my by my neck and the back of my pants and lifted me over her head. How the hell was I supposed to fight someone like her? With a grunt like Monica Selles she pulled back and chucked me 10 feet through the air. I landed hard on the pavement and rolled. She picked up the bag where I had dropped it when she first hit me. Then in that sweet voice she said "It looks like you're going to need long-term rehabilitation, little man. You don't seem to learn too quick." I groaned and struggled to me hands and knees. The pavement burned. I was bleeding from my cheek. "Now go back to fetch my other stuff." I nodded and gasped for air. "NOW!" I hopped up dizzy as I was and limped toward the beach. Damn did my nuts hurt! She followed at a distance. I got to her blanket as she watched from the parking lot edge some 200 yards away. Was I going to try to make another break for it? Fuck no. I shook the sand out of her blanket, grabbed her radio and bikini top and limped back to her. She patted me like a dog. "Good boy." She purred. She took the pink top and slung it on. It did very little to hide her ample melons. Then she reached for her keys and made for the BMW opening the driver's door. "Get in." She commanded. I limped toward the passenger door. "No, dip-shit." She scolded. "Over here." She wanted me to drive? Well, all right. Once I was buckled and she was riding shotgun she gave me the key. The car hummed and I made to back out. I jumped a bit when her powerful hand slid up my shorts. She expertly fondled my tender sack and rapidly stiffening rod. I sprang to full woody under her touch. She smiled so I stopped being quite as terrified. Then she whispered. "You do exactly as I say and drive where I tell you nice and easy or I'll make juice out of these." She softly cupped my nuts in her hand. "Yes miss." I squeaked. She giggled and licked my bloody cheek. On that 10 minute drive she almost made me cum in my pants twice with her fingers. She seemed to know just when to back off. Eventually she had me pull into a gated drive and roll up to a mansion. I couldn't help but whistle at the pillars and gardens. "Daddy made a fortune in energy." She said off-hand. "I'll bet." I whispered. She ordered me to get out and walk with her right up the front steps. She shoved me in and I fell to my knees in front of a 45 year old replica of the young girl that was pushing me around. This older one was dressed in a mid-thigh skirt and pink golf shirt that drew tight around the chest and shoulders. "What have we here?" Asked the woman. "Hi mommy." Said my captor. "Can I use the dungeon? This one needs to learn some manners." Dungeon? "Of course, Blake dear." Said the mother as she helped me to my feet. I gasped when I found she was a good 3 inches taller than me... barefoot! She smiled down and rubbed my swollen face gently with soft hands. Damn she smelled good! "Just make sure Helen cleans up after your play." She started to walk up the stairs but she turned, giving me a great view of her ass up her skirt. "And if there is anything left when you're done, I wouldn't mind playing with him myself." And she winked at me before continuing up. "Sure mommy." Said the girl. "Thanks!" "Dungeon?" I asked. "Do be quiet." Blake said patting my tender face. At least I knew the girl's name now. She pointed me toward an ordinary door. Opening it she lead me down ordinary steps to a nicely decked out game room ... wet bar, video, pool table, and off to the side a home theatre. She showed me politely to another door. This one had a touch pad lock. She entered a code and it clicked open. She waved a hand for me to go first. I entered in darkness. Blake closed the door behind me with a slam. I heard a click and there was dim light. All around the walls were racks, whips, chains, masks, leather gear. My god. The bitch was serious! "I'm not staying!" I shouted and turned to the door. Blake let me struggle with it while she slipped out of her bikini and into a leather harness, long black gloves, thigh-high boots and crotch-less black hot-pants. Her tan rack stuck out magnificently and her hams filled those pants very nicely. Her blonde bush puffed out from bellow. When I quite fighting the door I had to admire her. She held a mask and beckoned for me to approach. I shook my head no. She giggled. "You will learn that saying no to me is not allowed, slave. I will be patient with you for only so long." Then her brow grew hard and her eyes snapped like lightening. "Now COME!" She cried and pointed to the floor between her feet. "No!" I whimpered. She cursed and leaped at me. She backhanded me with one glove and sent me sprawling. There must have been weights in that damn thing! I nearly blacked out! "When I give an order you jump to obey! Got it?" She shouted. "Y-yes miss." I said as I tasted blood. "Good." She worked on her composure. "Now come to me." She pointed to the floor between her feet again. I crawled over. She booted me in the gut. I rolled over fetal. "Not fast enough." She explained. "Now get up." I struggled to my knees as quickly as I could given the pain. I was still gulping air. She pulled the mask over my head and zipped it up in back. She let me feel it for a moment as she stood smiling at me. It was a complete cover except for my eyes, which she had the option to zip shut later. And there were two holes for my nose and another zipper for my mouth. That one was already zipped shut. There were also 5 stout rings set into it; 1 on top of my head plus 4 around my neck from each direction. Now I was scared. "Remove your shirt." I whimpered in the mask but complied ... afraid not to. "And now the pants." I struggled to my feet then dropped my shorts. I was still stiff in the tool. Blake let out a low whistle. "Please." I began to plead. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want, just name it!" My voice sounded muffled in the mask. Blake clucked her tongue. "Begging already? How disappointing. I was hoping to break you over a few days." "Please..." I whispered. "The more you beg the more I'll beat you." She warned in a sing song voice. "Please... I pray to you" I dropped to my knees before her and raised my hands in prayer. Well... begging and praying didn't do any good. Over the next several hours Blake abused and violated me every way she wanted to. After the first hour I could barely feel it as she rammed me from behind with a massive strap on. And after another hour of hanging upside down from a wall and being whipped I grew numb to that as well. All I knew is that I would do anything she wanted instantly if it meant she would treat me better. After another hour I would do anything she wanted even if it meant she would treat me worse. By the end of 4 hours she looked to have had a satisfying work out ... glistening with sweat. At the time I was strapped face down to a table with a whip handle up my ass. She spoke for the first time in a long time. "That's all for now. I might be back later tonight unless my mommy has you occupied." She zipped my eyes shut one at a time. She zipped my mouth open. She slid down her hot pants and pushed her butt into my face. "You may kiss my asshole now." Sure. Anything. "More tongue!" She commanded. No problem. Up her brown hole went my tongue. She purred. "Good boy. You seem to know how to use that." She turned and slapped her quim onto my lips. "Lick." She commanded as she wrenched my head into an angle that pleased her and nearly broke my neck. The rings on that hood gave her a fine hold. I got busy. She purred and panted for a while. She humped and moaned. Then she came and shouted. She about ripped my head off when she did. I heard her wobble over to a bench to take off her boots. "I hope you've learned something about being a bad boy." I gulped the cum she had dripped into my mouth. I was thirsty. I wished she would unzip my eyes so I could see. It was pitch black in that mask. "You may say ... Yes Mistress.'" She advised. "Yes Mistress." I replied. "What have you learned?" She asked. "To do anything you say." I replied. "Yes." Her voice sparkled. "That is lesson one. But you also need to learn to stop your evil ways and lead a good and productive life." "Yes Mistress." I said. "I will!" Blake giggled. "Oh you're just saying that, but you seem set in your ways. I'm going to make sure you never snatch another bag again." She stood. "And that could take days." "Mistress?" "Even weeks. But don't worry. Helen will feed you now and then." She patted my head. "Get some rest." She left me bound to the rack, used the touch pad to unlock the door and left me there. I could hear the beeps. There were 5 digits. But the tone was identical. I fell into sleep tied belly down and naked save for the mask. I awoke with a start to feel warm soapy water splashing down my ass-crack. It felt damn good. Soft small hands caressed my butt cheeks and spread the water. A bar of soap ran up and down making my crack slippery. "Mistress?" I whispered. "No." Came a strange female voice. It sounded pleasant and young, though not as young as Blake. It wasn't her mother. "Helen?" I guessed. "That's right." She had a lovely English accent. She slowly worked the whip handle out of my ass once it was slippery enough. Her tender care was a relief. She washed me from heel to mask paying special attention, I noticed, to my works. She untied my left leg and I rolled to one side. She splashed my cock with slippery water and went at it with both hands. "Oh my..." I heard her moan. "You're a big boy, aren't you." I enjoyed her attention for a moment then I got an idea. "You wanna take this big boy for a ride, Helen?" I heard her gasp at the idea. "All you gotta do is untie my hands so we can do things right." "No." She whispered (but she drew close and pressed herself against me. "I mustn't play with Mistress Blake's things!" She smelled great. Her soapy hands rubbed up my chest more with passion than the exactness of cleaning. Soon they wondered back to my groin. "Oh dear..." I heard her voice quiver. "C'mon, baby." I thrust my hips in her hands. "OH!" she panted as she untied my left hand. "I'm going to catch it for this!" "Now my other foot." I commanded. I felt her go to it as I untied my other hand. I sat up and felt her face drop onto my rod as I reached up to unzip the mask from my head. I was greeted with the view of a sweet little mousy haired strumpet wearing a maid costume of the erotic variety with her mouth full of my cock. "Now this is living." I snarled as I pushed her head down, gagging her. Finally I felt like the man in charge again! I stood and yanked her up by her hair. She squeaked like a mouse. In her 3 inch spike heels she stood maybe 5 feet 7 inches tall. She probably weighed in at less than 120 pounds. I pushed her down onto the bench and crammed my hand down her white panties. It took a bit of effort to get two fingers up her tight quim but she was wet enough. I stuck my dick in her face. "You want this inside, don't you!" I snapped. I could see she was eating up the rough treatment. I slapped her face with my cock. "Oh yes sir!" She moaned. "Yes, please!" "I bet you wouldn't mind being spanked while I ride you hard, eh baby?" "Oh god yes!" she panted. I bend down as if to mount her. I pressed the head of my tool to her lap-lips. I parted her wet clam with the head of my thick cock. She quivered more and more. Then I said, "Tell me the combination to that door." Suddenly she got all stiff. "No sir!" She shouted. I laid down on her, crushing her to the bench. "What do you mean no, bitch? Tell me or I'll give you a taste of what I've just been through! And do it quick!" She did something quick. She grabbed the mask and smacked me in the head with it. Those metal rings were substantial and they hurt. I fell off to one side. "Why you filthy..." She snarled as she jumped up. Then she fetched me a kick in the nuts that sent a bolt of pain up into my armpits! I rolled over and lay gasping at her feet! Damn! She straightened up her maid skirt that didn't even cover her ass and then went about cleaning up the rest of the room as I lay groaning on the floor. She stopped when I managed to raise up a bit. She tucked my head between her thighs and squeezed for all she was worth. I heard her grunting with the effort. "Lights out for you... sir!" She snarled between clenched teeth. I tried to beg but I couldn't make a sound. Before I could struggle it was over. I woke up resting in the lap of big mommy. She was cradling me like a baby. "You poor thing." She purred. "Did Helen treat you rough? My guess is you got out of hand." She patted my check and smiled as she saw my eyes flicker open. "Did you get fresh with that young strumpet? Hmmm?" I moaned. She buried my face in her ample cleavage. "There there." She soothed me. I sighed and shivered. I knew she could do anything she wanted with me. She was even bigger than her daughter. She knew that I knew it. She knew I would try nothing and do anything she told me to. And yet she took the time to sooth me first. For that I voided to do as she said to the very best of my ability! When she pointed to her quim later I put all my heart and soul (and tongue) into pleasing her. When she sat on my face I didn't need to be asked to stuff my lips up her butt. When she left 3 hours later she was glistening and satisfied. I was spent, drained and extremely sexually frustrated. I should of taken my chance with Helen when she was willing. Blake and her mother were not interested in letting me cum. I was tied in a small bundle hanging from the ceiling where her mother left me when Blake came back later. Was it the next day or the middle of the night? I had no way of knowing. Blake smelled like she was fresh from the out doors, but I couldn't pick up enough to say night or day. But her arm was rested. "This session is to give you respect for authority." Was all she said. She let me down and untied me. She pointed to a rack. I got on it and she strapped me in. Then she whipped me, paying most of her attention to my ass and genitals. I cried out but never begged. When her workout was over she took her pleasure on my face, wordlessly. I complied through fear. She came and seemed happy. Again Helen came with her bucket of warm suds. She wore the same maids outfit. Her expression was a cross between peeved and pouting. She soaped me up, lingering wistfully on my cock. "You look good today." I ventured. She turned red and smacked me in the mouth with the wet rag. I tasted my own cock on it. "I don't blame you for being mad." I said. A sparkle shot through her eyes. She spent a little more time on my balls. "That feels good." I said. She smiled. "You wanna try again?" The cloud crossed her face. "I promise to behave." She seemed to get a different glint in her eye. "Okay." She whispered. She unlashed me. I really meant to behave. What I really wanted was to cum. Escape was secondary at this point. But Helen wanted to make sure of my priorities. Once I stepped down from the rack she shot her little fist into my gut. The girl was small but she had a mean punch! I doubled over. She stuffed a knee into my face and I dropped backwards to the floor. She climbed onto me chest. "Are you going to behave or do I have to get rough?" She whispered, afraid Mistress Blake might hear I suppose. "I'll behave! I swear" I gasped. "Fine then!" She giggled and slipped her bush down onto my painfully engorged bone. I was too beat up to drive, but Helen had everything under control. She took me three times around her own world before she let me cum once. But when I did I filled that bitch! After I came she slid up to my face. "Here's your breakfast, sir." She giggled. And I gobbled up everything that flowed out of her. Afterwards she sat on my chest washing my face. "Is it really morning?" I asked. "I'm still hungry." "Eggs and sausage will be down soon." Was all she said. She got up, leaving me plastered to the floor. I felt as if I was part of the cement. She cleaned. She left. I staid plastered to the floor until she unlocked the door just long enough to slide in my plate and some coffee. Lunch came and went, too. Helen banged me as she fed me chicken. I was beginning to like the place! But Blake was back before dinner. I was hoping for her mom. "Have you had fun today?" She asked peevishly. I was too afraid to answer. I knelt at her feet, naked. She pulled my chin up to look her in the eyes. "You've been humping the help, haven't you." I blinked rapidly. She smiled and pointed to a distant corner. She pointed to a mirror near by. She leaned down so her tits almost hopped out of her bodice "This place is jumping with cameras." She whispered, then giggled. Jesus help me. Did she even watch me with her mother? She strolled away and selected a whip. She tossed it aside. She looked at a chain. She dropped it with a clang. I just waited on my knees where she had left me. "You should not have fucked Helen." She said as she admired a policeman's night stick. She held it to her cleavage and caressed it. "I am not pleased." Somehow the sweet tone of her voice scared me more than a snarl. She strolled my way. "Bend over." She ordered. "Please..." I begged, as I bent over. She crammed the stick up my ass. "Please what, dog?" She hissed. "Please give it to you harder? Okay." And she laid into my hole with that stick until I cried out for mercy. Eventually she left it crammed up my ass and ordered me to kneel before her. "Someday." She said. "I might let you go. You will be penniless unless you have some savings out there somewhere. And you may be in need of medical attention. What will you do?" She asked. I thought for a moment. "I will thank you for your mercy." I panted. "And if you find a girl rolling in money on a secluded beach?" She asked. I thought again. "I will warn her to take better care." I never saw the slap coming. I hit the floor like a rock. "Are you saying I'm careless?" "No, Mistress! Forgive me please!" I whimpered. "You're hopeless." She spat. "I should kill you now!" Then she dropped onto me and began choking me with her bare hands! I grabbed her wrists but could do nothing. My tongue lulled out. Suddenly the door flew open and in stepped her mother. "Damn it mom!" Shouted Blake. She jumped off of me and blocked her mother. "Don't curse, child." Said her mother in a calm voice. Blake raised a hand as if to strike her mother. Her mother only raised an eyebrow. Blake lowered her hand, and then her proud head. "You've made your point with this one. It will be time to let him go..." She looked past Blake to me. "As soon as I have another go. Helen tells me wonderful things..." Mother stepped in. Helen followed her carrying a large tray piled with meats, fruits and cheese. In her other hand was a bottle of red wine. "You may go, Blake." Said her mom. "Yes'm." mumbled Blake on the way out. But she shot me a look just before leaving. "Just let me catch you again!" She snarled. Words cannot express the joy of my final hours in that mansion. There is no point in trying. Helen acted as my slave even as I acted as Madam Sandra's slave (Blake's mommy) even as Madam Sandra acted as Helen's slave. The three of us rolled into a wet, hot tangle of flesh and fed each other and satisfied each other. Afterwards Madam Sandra got me a job as a gardener on the other side of town. It appears her bridge partner was a young widow with an opening and... needs. And every so often Madam Sandra drops by for tea served by Helen. I am a reformed and grateful man. But I'll never go to that fucking beach again.